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around me seem super surreal. While I stroked the cool metal of the specially made two-story pole with my fingertips, I turned to the crowd and struck a pose any pinup would be proud of, arching my back before the first crash of symbols hit, changing the tempo of the song. The strobing light stopped and a warm overhead beam illuminated me fully as I nailed them with my trademark pouty smile. I swiftly grabbed the pole above my head and swung myself up, climbing higher as my muscles began to warm.
    The song throbbed through my blood, taking me away from my messed-up life, giving me something beautiful to lose myself in. An almost unthinking zone in my mind where my body ruled. Every inch of my skin tingled as I climbed all the way to the top, then stretched out so my body hovered perpendicular to the pole, held solely in place by the strength of my arms. I can bench press more than my own bodyweight and I needed every ounce of that strength to get through the routine ahead.
    A soft, melodic part of the song eased the tempo and I exhaled as I drifted down the pole, gracefully moving through the air with one arm and leg extended as I arched my back, my muscles screaming at the strain put on them while I defied gravity.
    The melody picked up again and I couldn’t help but smile as I ascended the pole in an exaggerated crawl, the noise of the crowd increasing the higher I got. Having perfected my routine with the help of professional choreographers, I slinked up the pole then paused to look over my shoulder at the seething mass of people two stories below me, and winked. Seducing the crowd of wild men through my movements was fun, and I smiled when I got to the very top of the pole. Taking a moment, I tried to see the mass of people as best I could through the lights, before blowing them a kiss.
    I paused for dramatic effect, and to center myself, before I threw my lower body off the pole, holding on to it as I whipped my legs around for momentum and begin to rotate, faster and faster, now curling my body in as well. The g-force was crazy as I continued to spin, my abs aching from the strain of slowing my descent while speeding up my spin. My mind, thankfully, remained clear as my heart beat strong and sure. One of the things I’d studied during my figure skating days was physics. Knowing how to work with gravity instead of against it was important in learning the different jumps. And, because I was a competitive figure skater, my body had been trained to endure the spinning like no normal person ever could. That particular skill was what had won me World Pole Dancer of the Year, the ability to spin, and spin, and spin without passing out.
    With my hair stinging my face, I switched so now I was now fully wrapped around the pole, going fast enough that it was a struggle to draw a breath, drowning in the thrill of speed. Nothing mattered but the rush of the wind, the gentle strains of the guitar, the sensual pleasure of my body flowing to the music. Throwing my head back as I finally slowed, I undulated against the pole like it was my lover, giving the crowd of rowdy men the kind of show I knew they liked. With each roll of my hips, I showed them how good it would be to fuck me.
    What can I say, I own my sexuality and I’m not ashamed to flaunt it.
    Sure enough, they went wild and I gracefully slid my way down the pole, my muscles burning from the stress of suspending myself for so long. Once I reached the bottom I flexed my bare feet, trying to ease the strain on my weak knee, while turning and giving the audience a good shot of my butt, barely covered by my boy shorts, and pop my booty out then give it a little shake. Or a big shake—I have a lot of booty. The approval of the mass of people hidden by the lights fills the empty space inside of me and I stand up with my blood rushing to my head.
    The next song in my set is “Comfortably Numb” by Pink Floyd, and as it begins, I close my eyes, caught up in the lyrics. In many